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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/24753817">Challenge 2</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheUnicornGirl/pseuds/TheUnicornGirl'>TheUnicornGirl</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>The life of a Three - Selection OC 6 - Brooke Lynn Sanders [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>The Selection Series - Kiera Cass</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Multi</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-06-16</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-06-18</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-04 05:40:39</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>General Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,700</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/24753817</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheUnicornGirl/pseuds/TheUnicornGirl</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Brooke's journey at the palace continues</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>The life of a Three - Selection OC 6 - Brooke Lynn Sanders [3]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/1747057</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>1. The first fall</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>Brooke Lynn's mind has become a hoarding monster over the past weeks. Too much time on her own as she barely passes by someone she knows. Her maids the only steady companions she can rely on, too bad two of them are selectively mute and the other constantly scolds the blonde. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>And just like most times in her life, she decides to run away from her problems on the daily. So it's no surprise to find her running through the royal garden blasting upbeat music in her headphones. Focusing on her breathing instead of the burning in her thighs. Until she reaches too deep inside, scratching the core of emptiness again. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything will be alright. </span>
  </em>
  <span>The pain in her legs now the only thing keeping her float. So she keeps a steady pace, one step after another. Welcoming the empty paths around her as sweat gathers at the base of her neck. The blonde jogs around a corner Bush, letting her ponytail swing from left to right, while admiring the cherry blossoms adorn the cloud-free sky. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Until the world suddenly falls down. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"Fuck," Brooke groans into the grass beneath her face. Inhaling too many bugs and plant particles for her liking. Her headphones now hanging around her neck instead of fulfilling their purpose.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>A voice suddenly appears above her. "Are you... alright?" </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Yeah sure, we all know this is a fake garden with a bouncy flooring.</span>
  </em>
  
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The blonde hastily gets back up into a sitting position, resting on her soles as she removes the grass pieces from her lips and lashes, before dusting of her pink leggings. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Yes, I am. Just wanted to hug the grass. It seemed lonely," the blonde answers coldly. Already annoyed by the world prior to her stumble. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"I would advise against that for in the future." </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke barely focuses on the female voice next to her, to absorbed by all the misfortunes the universe has thrown at her. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"My apologies, it was not my intention to make you... </span>
  <em>
    <span>hug</span>
  </em>
  <span> the grass as you put it." </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>With a small sight and a flip of her ponytail, the blonde woman gets up and finally allows herself to take in the owner of the smooth yet slightly confused voice. The girl opposite her has brunette waves covering her shoulders and a stern look on her face. A face that seemed familiar but didn't elicit a certain memory. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"I accept your apology," Brooke states with a smirk on her lips, "What are you doing out here anyway? I rarely see any other selected when I am out on a run." </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The gardens always seemed to be lonely once Brooke is on a run. Most ladies probably keeping each other company in the women's room or exploring the palace on their own. Or Brooke just went outside at odd times. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The girl opposite her simply blinks at her, before glancing at her book. Giving Brooke nearly enough time to find constellations in the freckles splattered across her cheeks. "I was reading." Brooke's appearance doesn't go unnoticed either as the girl gives her a brief once-over. "Brooke Lynn Sanders, was it?" A polite smile now gracing her face, lighting up her earlier demeanor. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"Yes. And you are?" Pursed lips and furrowed brows exposing her obvious confusion. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"Regina Wright, but Reggie is fine."</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke Lynn takes the her outstretched hand, attempting to use the etiquette lessons she had to endure for some good. "Nice to meet you Regina." </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The blue-eyed gaze now resting against the book in Regina's hand, covered in more sticky notes than she could count. "Were you studying or do you passionately cover each book of yours with sticky notes?" She wonders out loud, amused at the sight and clicks her tongue. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"Studying, in fact,” Reggie counters as she rolls her shoulders back, sitting back on the bench with her legs crossed delicately. The picture of a true lady. Glancing at the book beside her with the notes in it. “Just covering them with notes sounds pointless. How has your stay been so far?” An awkward smile on her lips tells Brooke that she might not really care.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>So Brooke furrows her brows and brushes over the question and shots back her own. “Why are you studying? Didn't your university extend your studies because of the selection?” Petty drips from her chin. </span>
  <em>
    <span>What a poor soul, if that’s really the case.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“And </span>
  <em>
    <span>delay </span>
  </em>
  <span>them? I don't see why I simply can't do both.” The scoff before the words pour of her mouth and the sudden ignorant demeanor, nose and chin raised high, only add to the sudden dislike overcoming the blonde. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Nevermind.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Two months of a study break won't kill a career that hasn't even started.” A playful tone in her voice an attempt to give her the benefit of the doubt. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Maybe she doesn’t allow herself to rest.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Dark orbs stare into her ocean ones as her counterpart presses her lips together, clearly suppressing her thoughts. Or at least rechoosing them. “Well, it's clear we differ in priorities...”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Blonde bushy brows raise high. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Ohhh. So she thinks she is better than all of us for actually studying.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Well one of us can appreciate when the universe throws a break at her so she won't end up with a burn out at 28.” She might sound like an egghead, but she is a proud egghead.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Regina just flips through the pages of her book, lifting a brow shortly as if she hadn’t properly heard Brooke. But if the blonde wasn’t mistaken she could hear a slight whisper of the word “unachieved”. The smile on the brunette’s lips says otherwise. “I doubt any universe would concern itself with someone's need for a so-called break, but I suppose that's a way to... Make use of an opportunity.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Well while we are we can work on our selves and take care of our mental health. Do some yoga, meditate, go on a run, find our chi.” Brooke could go on and on about self-care methods and the benefits those have. But she doubts that Regina would appreciate her lecture so she asks her what she studies instead.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Political Science.” Her gaze barely lifting from her book. Seemingly waiting for the blonde to depart.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Political Science... In a monarchy.” Brooke Lynn’s double in size at the mention of the woman’s major. With a small cough, she tries to cover up her disdain but still asks: “Interesting choice. What job opportunities does this major offer?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>”You are </span>
  <em>
    <span>not </span>
  </em>
  <span>aware of how our country works?” Regina shakes her head, probably already judging the blonde, and begins listing: “There's advisors, multiple political functions within each province, not to mention ambassadors- and if none of those interest you </span>
  <em>
    <span>somehow</span>
  </em>
  <span>, there's lawyer, political journalist, professor- “</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The blonde feels her cheeks heat up as she tries to deflect from her knowledge gap. “Well, that sounds like a diverse field. But wouldn't make it more sense for advisors to be experts in their fields and not experts on politics?” </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Yet that only leads to a rub of her counterpart’s forehead and a deep sigh. Yes and no. Yes if you're talking specific advisors, however, they would still need a general knowledge of the procedures and laws. No, if you're talking head advisor of the Monarchy for example, who should have a basic understanding of all things.” Brooke hums, still not completely convinced, but unable to offer better arguments.”I suspect you don't aspire such a career.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span> Brooke bops her head before answering. “You are right, I don't. My place is in the natural sciences.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“What major specifically?” A pinch of </span>
  <span>condescension </span>
  <span>in her voice, while her eyes keep her thoughts tightly hidden away.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Psychology. Aiming for a Master's degree in Neuropsychology.” The blonde throws her ponytail behind her back, refusing to break eye contact.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“That is... actually interesting.” </span>
  <em>
    <span>Gotcha. </span>
  </em>
  <span>“Yet, you wanted a break from it?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I don't want it, I just know that opportunities to solely focus on yourself with a clean slate and barely any distractions are rare. So I'll take it.”</span>
  <em>
    <span> And everyone should</span>
  </em>
  <span>, she adds mentally. Deep down being concerned about the seemingly overworked woman with a perfectionist nature. “And I already handed in my Bachelor Thesis, so my work is already done.” Not that she needed to defend her mental health break, but she would have spent the coming weeks looking for Master programs anyways. Maybe had helped out in some more projects.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Interesting. Better than your running capabilities then,” Regina adds with a heartfelt smirk and regally gets up from the metal bench.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>A scoff passes Brooke’s lips before speaking up: “I run perfectly without any death traps!” A giggle escaping her lungs involuntarily.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Little hyperbolic to call my feet that, but alright. “ Thi is the cue for the brunette to grab her sticky notes covered book, hug it to her chest, before straightening her spine even more. “The library has quite some Poli Sci books, so you can... catch up.” A single nod is her goodbye gesture before turning around. Leaving Brooke a bit dumbfounded on her running path.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The blonde mumbles the words “as if I cared enough for a pseudoscience,” before plugging in her headphones and continuing her run. Attempting to forget about this strange encounter. Hoping it was her last.</span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
<br/>
</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. She smells like lemongrass and sleep - the second fall</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>"If you can't stand me then I am gonna make your job real easy tonight!" The only thing to be heard after the screaming fight is the slamming of a door. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>A lost girl hurries down the flight of stairs of the second floor, her heels now the only noise to be heard in the halls. Slowly picking up the pace as she flees her room. Sick and tired of the constant bickering with her maid that uses each opportunity to tear apart every aspect of her personality. Not even knowing who she truly is. How could she know when Brooke doesn’t know it either - only presenting parts that cover the cracks in her walls.Yet her shields are slaughtered by Miss Brita. Too quiet, too opinionated, not girly enough, not committed enough and whatever else she can think of. While the other two were simply watching in silence, doing their work. Probably too intimidated to speak up. Brooke simply couldn't take that anymore, not today. Not after sliping today. The entire day feeling like a large swimming pool without a pool ladder that will be her fatal demise - slowly drowning. Ignorant and condescending words slipping from her tongue. Who is she to passively insult a girl she barely knows. She should do better than that - control her words. Not give power to the monster feeding into her fears. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Her feet carry her towards the entrance to the royal garden. Her new safe space. With her last strength, she pushes the doors open to step outside and feels a rush of calmness overcome her. He cool evening air and quiet surrounding her are like honey for her soul. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>But it doesn't last for long, soon the heaviness in her chest comes creeping back, not letting her alone. So she keeps on running, with no particular direction in mind, only attempting to escape her usual jogging route, having it memorized by heart now and the encounter where her awful demeanor peaked. So the blonde keeps running until all kinds of trees and plants drown out the sight of the palace, seemingly having arrived at a small forest. With heavy breathing, Brooke Lynn comes to and simply takes a moment to admire the sun setting behind the trees. The last sun rays illuminating the tips of the leaves. Only longing for this day to end. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>All of a sudden the girl gets catapulted onto her back, hitting her head on the grass floor. Lightning pain hits the nerves closest to her skull. "Not again", is all that escape her lips as an annoyed moan before another figure lands directly on top of her. Her vision blurred as stars light up the dark view - her visual cortex knocked out for a few seconds. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"I'm s-", a female voice starts to apologize, before stopping mid-sentence. "Not again?" </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Itzel</span>
  </em>
  <span>. A voice Brooke somehow could recognize anywhere. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>"Yep," Brooke Lynn pops the p, "just tripped over Regina's feet this morning." </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Who would have thought this wouldn’t be her last time falling for a selected. </span>
  <em>
    <span>Amazing pun, Brooke. </span>
  </em>
  <span>As her vision slowly starts to go back to normal, the blonde is faced with her follow competitor propped up on her elbows, intensely studying her face.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Hey there, birdie. Nice seeing you again.” </span>
  <em>
    <span>She remembers.</span>
  </em>
  <span> “Better watch where you're going then.” A small wince escapes her plump lips. “Except I think it was my fault this time…”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>What a way to meet again.</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Never knew a tiny mouse could knock out a birdie this hard .” Brooke scrunches her nose at her comment, attempting to contain her laughter, but she still can feel her ribcage vibrating. Probably revealing her amusement to Itzel.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Guess there's always a first for everything. This mouse may be tiny but she definitely is mighty”, the brunette mentions with a smirk, directly staring into her eyes. Completely fixating on the blonde who feels a blush creeping up on her face. Somehow not minding the weight of another body on top of her.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Ohh gosh, am I really this touch starved?</span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke Lynn squints her eyes and giggles slightly at Itzel’s comment as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Even I don't have a comeback for that anymore.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Laughter rolls of Itzel’s tongue while her eyes glisten in the evening sun and get up. Kindly enough the woman stretches out her hand for Brooke to take. “I don't usually see people walk into the woods so what brings you here today.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke takes the woman’s silky soft hand and brushes the dirt off her dress once she is on her feet again. Yet once Itzel’s question arrives at her cortex, the blonde’s smile falters. “I just had to get out of that room.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Itzel picks a leaf out of Brooke’s hair which brings a small smile to Brooke Lynn’s lips. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Sometimes we need a bit of fresh air. Any particular reason?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It's just I feel a bit lost in this place. Even tho I don't really like to admit that”, Brooke blurts out without even thinking. All of a sudden an open book.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Itzel seems to agree with a slight hum. “I think I know what you mean. I just feel like we are in the middle of something we shouldn’t be. Lots of people don’t seem to like admitting what they truly feel. But I’m glad you told me how you felt. How about we hide out here?” A playful smile graces her lips. Proposing an ideal evening.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Heck yeah.” An enthusiastic nod only underlines her excitement. Read to leave the heavyweight behind, at least for tonight, unable to unpack it now.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Keep up, birdie! If you get lost then don't worry because this tiny mouse will surely save ya.” Itzel says with a laugher as she starts heading into a particular direction.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke Lynn trails along with a light smile on her lips and brushes her open hair behind her back, letting her gaze shift around. Slowly taking in the beauty of the little forest. All the fauna and fora she gets to explore.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“The forest is beautiful. Especially in early mornings. It's a great place to escape.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>The blonde simply nods - entranced by the beauty of nature surrounding them. “Anywhere specific where you are taking me?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I guess you'll have to wait and see.” </span>
  <em>
    <span>Oh, she is one of the mysterious kind.</span>
  </em>
  <span> “But I promise I don't have anything up my sleeves.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>A brow is raised at the promise ahead, so the blonde girl speeds up a bit to walk directly behind her companion. Watching the density of trees increasing as the women keep walking. The chatter of the birds calms the blonde’s nerves. Her thoughts far away from the palace, completely focussed on the tiny adventure ahead.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Itzel suddenly stops in her tracks so Brooke Lyn nearly bumps into her. “Look…”, the brunette presents her a beautiful clearing with a small sigh, before turning around to look at Brooke. “I mean it when I say barely anyone comes to these woods. I found this little spot in one of my explorations and claimed it as mine. This is now between you and me.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Between her and me. </span>
  </em>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>As the clear view of the sunset falls into Brooke’s gaze she gasps r and just stares in awe at the flowers on the meadow. A rug of rainbow-colored petals covering the clearing, reminding Brooke of a dreamland. “This is gorgeous.” Gorgeous isn’t even enough to describe the scenery she is in.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It is. Surprisingly the flowers here are doing well, I may have gotten rid of a few weeds here and there but other than that I fixed them up a bit. Plus!”  Itzel interrupts herself and walks to a tree with a huge trunk and seems to be hollow from the inside. Without any hesitation, she pulls a blanket from her secret hiding spot. “I tend to rest here from time to time.” In a swift motion, the girl spreads the creme colored blanket onto the floor. “Ta-da!”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Itzel’s smile only warming the blonde’s cold heart who smiles in return.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“So you are also a fellow gardener?” Brooke Lynn wonders, making her way towards the blanket and comes to halt, not wanting to be the first to take a seat.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Bingo! I like doing light gardening but trimming bushes and doing the hard work is so time-consuming and a bit of a pain.” Itzel immediately lays down, grinning with satisfaction, unable to take her eyes off the calming sunset. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“Definitely agree. I help out in my university community garden - I usually cover the shifts where I can interact the most with flowers,” the blonde shares her passion for nature with her fellow selected as she takes a seat next to her. One leg crossed over the other, a pair of blue orbs taking in the girl next to her who decided to close her eyes and starts humming. “If I were you then I'd probably do the same.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Right before Brooke can take her eyes off the pretty girl next to her, Itzel already opens one eye to glance at the blonde. “How do you feel now?”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>With a deep sigh, Brooke Lynn breaks the shiver-inducing eye contact and stares ahead at the sunset, trying her best not to build up the walls, but can still feel the tenseness in her neck and shoulders. At an attempt to soothe the buildup stress she decides to roll her shoulders and takes a moment to gather her thoughts. “I fell, well - the palace now seems so far away and I just get to be me without thinking about who I am... If that makes sense.” Each spoken word only deepening the furrow between her brows.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It does,” she agrees while sitting up - suddenly frowning all of a sudden. “You should probably get your back checked up after falling twice.” Brooke Lynn is about to argue that her back doesn’t need medical attention, but devours her own words as warm fingertips find their way to the blonde’s neck and start massaging her. At first impact, Brooke tenses up but then slowly relaxes into the women’s soothing touch and closes her eyes. Slightly humming along. “Make sure it’s not something serious.” Itzel joins Brooke’s humming for a bit, before continuing her stream of words. “I think, in this society, you have to look a certain way for the part that you want. Or sometimes there is a role you are given and you’re supposed to conform to that. We all wear these masks, smiling as if we are fine. As if we are happy with being told who we should be.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It's just that I really thought I had myself figured out and then I am suddenly pushed into this selection by family and friends who only want the best for me... But how could they know what's best for me... And now - I don't know what to think of me anymore. This is all so strange.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke Lynn has attempted the past few weeks to take each day as it comes and refused to dwell on thinking too much. But somehow all is now crashing onto her - finally realizing that being a new person with a fresh start is only an ideal she can never fulfill. She still carries her weight from her past. Her experiences, fears, and dreams. Thrown into a situation she had never wanted to be in in the first place. Still unsure what she can get out of it. What she has to learn from this adventure.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“They don't know what's best for you though. You do. You're getting to know yourself, you're your own person. They want the best based on what the world thinks is the best for someone. You were thrown into a world you really didn't want to be in and it's normal for all of this to be strange.” Soft hands suddenly gone but the girl’s body heat now right by her side. ”Also...you have a lifetime to get to know yourself. You're not obligated to know who you are at a certain age.” The soft smile on her lips all that the lost woman needs.</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“It's weird having someone that says exactly what I need to hear... What I already know deep down.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke feels like she is in an entirely different world. Far away from her family’s and now the world’s expectations and opinions. Connected to person she has barely spoken to and still somehow trusts. </span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>“I'm glad to hear that I'm able to help you in some way.”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>Brooke only smiles, letting go of her chaotic thoughts and rests her head on Itzel's shoulder. Simply enjoying the sun setting behind the trees and some human warmth by her side as the brunette starts to lightly hum a song. Filling the quiet. Saying goodbye to an awful day. </span>
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